March 08, 2006
Iranium
Here we go again. This time we're all up with those tiny exotic radiant compounds Ma'm Curie was in love with. They used to make her counters go blip. They still do.
The people who want permission granted to enrich uranium, this time, are mostly the same people who sell you gas.
Whether or not Iran has the strength to pose a semi-embargo on its clients is uncertain. Whether or not the US has the power to set up a second attack on the same front, everything considered including broader support from the UN this time, is also uncertain.
Do you see China, who has been financing the US huge federal debt so far with massive acquisition of currency and bonds, backing up a second crusade?
Chances for a settlement are good. The US may want to postpone this mess on to the next, sometime in November 2008.
In the meantime this blog has been affected by a spike of traffic coming from wife's friends. My fault was to spin yarn for her using a tool she made herself, something called "a spindle". What it does is spinning raw fibers of yarn (silk, in this case) to make a hank. More on the whole shebang here.
I'm not starting a knitting carrier anytime soon. But if you wanted an interlude, an intercourse, that is what it was. A family trial. Somehow.
What is that for?
A spindle.
A spindle?
Ya know, to spin yarn.
And what are the coupled DVDs for?
She had built a bottom-whorl spindle. Using the kid's DVDs. At home. I first saw it on her blog when I was at the office. There was also a first comment from a friend of her which I thought was translating my nightmares already with more human words. Beautiful, now, how does that work?
Which DVDs did you use?
I used Finding Nemo.
You hate that movie so much?
No, they weren't working anymore.
Talk about naive Americans...
The kid pointed out that DVD 1 was scraped and dead but DVD 2 was fine, and added a pissed face on top of it like rancid tomato dripping hate and fury without saying a single word.
Then I recalled the commentaries' observation: how does "that thing" work?
The day next I was spinning yarn acrobatics, joining the roving, poking a hole in the hankies, playing with the torque and discussing the thickness of the resulting. Even better this one was silk. Spindling away like a sufi which is all you want to be in a rainy day.
Do you know a spinner uses gyroscopic principles?
The kid was given her ration of hankies, which she helped coloring but started being loud when she discovered how difficult was for her to "make a hole" with her tiny hands. It only got worse when she saw me spinning.
Are you envious?
We made some 22 yards of silk and then she swifted it up into a tidy hank, then soaked in cold water to set the twist. Now it's hanging on a hanger and damn it's nice.
The bed is covered with silkworm memories and my nails too. Raw silk is darn easily attached to the host like not even viruses. That is the bad part.
Now we're browsing the web looking for spinning machines and I know she has plans. What does not happen when you let the enemy infiltrate your dailies?
By the way, the spinning business, including converting a membrane into a closed string can be described by good mathematics with a high degree of precision. They do it everyday, over at Stanford
Today, surprisingly, we woke up in a sea of snow. It was snowing.
When I started web-designing some ten years ago white was an obvious choice for a neutral background. The first, second and third instances of our agency's website were all based on white. But in time you learn that white is not as neutral as it may seem.
For one you'll never see white on a consumer's grade monitor no matter how hard you try. Why?
Because your monitor's phosphors combined output tends to aging on the yellow.
Because your monitor likes dust.
Because you like to leave fingerprints on the screen and think that's sexy.
Because white point calibration is a variable of just too many things, including a cloudy day.
Because perception of "neutrality" depends on age, temper and usage.
And finally because blogs and CSS-based content systems use white as if it was for free.
It is not.
Now I'm coping with an online gallery. An (art) gallery's identity stems from its walls. Bare white walls.
So, next in line is, in the process of making this website, what am I going to do? Or, what am I doing?
Posted by lck at March 8, 2006 06:41 PM
Comments
*Ahem* I'd just like to point out there is oh about 95g left out of the brick of 100g to be spun. At your leisure, of course ;)
Posted by: zib at March 8, 2006 07:13 PM
Careful, or some of Zib's crazy knitting friends from America will come appear on your doorstep in late July to torment you. Oh, wait. They're already planning to; outta luck!
Posted by: Erica at March 18, 2006 06:32 AM
